Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 130 The Black Dragon's Journey
"Your idea is very practical and sound," Salian said approvingly, then changed the subject, "What are your plans for the future?"

Anser paused upon hearing this, staring blankly at the empty wine glass.

"Confused?"

"No, I was never confused."

From the moment Anser transmigrated, his goal was clear: to live well!

This wouldn't have been difficult in the past or in times of peace, but it's really not easy in this world where disasters are frequent and the future is uncertain.

Fortunately, the current disaster is far less severe and smaller than the magical plague of the past; otherwise, a lowly warlock would have no chance to fight back and would have been swept away by the tide.

After becoming a professional, he entered the world of magic with an additional goal: to climb higher, experience unprecedented wonders, embark on a legendary journey, and take control of his own destiny.

“Duragh is rich in natural resources and is not on the front line of war, so it is relatively stable. It is a good place to develop Holreiwen by taking advantage of the resources here, so I do not plan to leave for the time being,” Anser said thoughtfully.

Where will this end? To the east lies a vast expanse of green fields, and further east, all the cities are already occupied. Each place has its own predicament, and none of them are necessarily better off than here.

Durag is the city of adventurers, making it an ideal starting point for development.

There are risks, but the rewards are high. If you're too comfortable, you won't gain experience.

Salian pondered for a moment: "You have this alternate dimension, which you can enter and leave at will. Drag is indeed very suitable for you."

Caleno, standing nearby, couldn't help but tease, "You're not so much so that you're captivated by Lady Jacqueline's beauty and don't want to leave, are you?"

"Ha, that's impossible."

Everyone laughed, taking it as a joke. Only Blatter smiled without saying a word, for he had just met the lady of the castle.

After dinner, Blatter led his men up to the fourth floor and assigned rooms to everyone.

There are plenty of rooms, but they are also spacious and empty. Most people choose to share a room with others because they feel safer.

Anser moved his belongings to the top floor; he had too many secrets, and a private space was more in line with his identity and needs.

However, before meditation, he had another task: to make some money.

He retrieved a small bucket of dragon's blood from the storeroom, carried it to the room, and placed it on the central round table.

This is the only bucket of dragon blood collected after the green dragon's tail was cut off; it contains less than 10 liters, after all, it had been soaking in the sea overnight.

Upon opening the lid, the dragon's blood had solidified, resembling a dark green jelly with a layer of frost on the surface.

'Can this still be used?' Anser frowned.

He found a wooden bowl, cut off a piece of dragon blood and put it in, then put the bowl and all into the dragon skin bag.

Then, manipulate the platinum coins at the bottom of the bag to roll into the bowl, one by one passing through the dragon blood, detecting them each time they roll.

After two attempts, the curse on the platinum coin had disappeared.

It's still working.

He continued, and after purifying about fifty or sixty platinum coins, the bowl of dragon blood completely lost its effect.

I feel like I've been cheated.

With a sigh, he stopped his extravagant spending, threw the purified platinum coin into the wooden basin, rinsed it several times, and then put it into his treasure pouch.

Then, he threw the dragon skin bag into a corner, used the round table as a bed, laid out blankets and quilts, and meditated to rest.
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[Target dead, gain 5 combat experience]

In a daze, a series of experience tips flashed through Anser's mind, making him suddenly wake up and sit up.

The room remained dark, and there was nothing unusual.

He got up and ran to the wall, pressed his hand, and the black stone turned transparent, revealing the island under the night sky, quiet and serene.

The alternate dimension has no sun, moon, or stars, but its time is exactly the same as Toril's. The days are bright, and the nights are dark, but visibility is good.

"It's nothing, then something must have happened outside."

He breathed a sigh of relief, calmed himself, and flipped through the dice's battle log. [Black Dragon Vessagazul unleashed its acid breath...]

'The Black Dragon? That cursed treasure?'

Anser quickly dressed, got up and went downstairs, while simultaneously calling Nornos telepathically.

The Black Tower was quiet; everyone was resting.

After he left, he mounted his horse, teleported, and appeared in the dark streets with his horse.

Nornos was very alert. After appearing, it immediately jumped away from its spot, but there was no one around. It was a little too nervous.

Anser looked up at the night sky and listened carefully. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he activated the King Butterfly Cloak, spread his wings, and flew into the sky.

The lights of the Durag lamps beneath my feet were few and far between, growing smaller and smaller until they disappeared into the night, becoming almost invisible.

Anser set up his magic telescope and observed the distant south.

The "Super Vision" feature is impressive; the firelight 30 to 40 kilometers away is clearly visible, but that's about it. Aside from confirming that it's a military camp, you can't see many details.

It's too dark.

That was the Amn military camp, located between Drag and Naskel, not far from the Urden trade route, with the aim of intimidating Drag and controlling the main trade route.

'Could it be the black dragon that lost its treasure and is now searching? Surely all that treasure couldn't be its?'

If the dragon skin bag always manages to plunder a dragon's treasure vault, that would indeed be a bit excessive.

Anser was somewhat relieved that the Amm troops had not withdrawn to Naskel, otherwise many civilians would have been implicated.

'That's too underhanded. I'm a man of manners and integrity. I can't do that again,' he consoled himself.

The vow mark between his brows rippled for a moment, then fell silent again.

He shook his head slightly. Fortunately, this was something he had done in the past, and it did not affect ordinary people. Otherwise, he would most likely have broken his oath.

Actually, breaking an oath isn't a big deal. You either lose your sacred power or fall into the trap of becoming an "oath-breaker" and wielding the power of the dark side.

He can accept either of them.

'This black dragon is even more ferocious than the green dragon, charging straight into the heart of human territory. I wonder if any powerful figures will intervene this time.'

The Kingdom of Amn is renowned for its elite warriors and is likely one of the least affected forces after the disaster. It certainly has the ability to fight dragons, but it remains to be seen whether those powerful professionals can arrive in time.

After a moment's thought, Anser landed on Nornos's back, and the two of them rode out of the city along the street, then galloped south along the side of the Sharp Tooth Forest.

Flying in the sky is too eye-catching; getting close to trees makes it less noticeable.

He wasn't curious; he just wanted to observe the situation up close. With a "super-distance view," he didn't need to get too close.

Nornos was very fast, and in no time he had run several kilometers.

At that moment, a huge black shadow flashed by in the distant sky.

Anser, his expression tense, immediately told Nornos to hide in the jungle. He quietly flew into the treetops and set up his telescope.

The Am military camp was brightly lit, but there was nothing unusual in the sky. He quickly turned his view and it took him a while to spot the black dragon overhead.

'Damn, they're not coming to Durag, are they?'

The black dragon swept low across the sky and landed straight into the endless forest of sharp teeth, startling a flock of birds into flight.

"Thank goodness..." Anser breathed a sigh of relief. "Judging by its size, it doesn't seem to be an adult dragon."

In the distance, a long line of lights appeared in the direction of the Amn military camp, heading towards the Razortooth Forest.

What's going on?

(End of this chapter)